My latest sun is sinking fast,
My race is nearly run;
My strongest trials now are past,
My triumph is begun.

I know I'm near the holy ranks
Of friends and kindred dear,
I brush the dew on Jordan's banks,
The crossing must be near.

I've almost gained my heav'nly home,
My spirit loudly sings;
The holy ones, behold they come!
I hear the noise of wings.

O bear my longing heart to Him
Who bled and died for me,
Whose blood now cleanses from all sin,
And gives me victory.

O come, angel band,
Come, and around me stand;
O bear me away on your snowy wings
To my immortal home;
O bear me away on your snowy wings
To my immortal home.